sary to make a journey to Paris and as she could not bear the thought of a separation from her family, she took with her all her children, procuring for herself and them such apartments as were at once suitable to her fortune, and to the retired mode of life she chose

to adopt. During this visit

she resolved to conduct her children to the grave of their father-an attention which they had hitherto had no opportunity of paying to

the remains of their beloved

parent, though, as I before

observed, they had continually cherished his memory.

The tomb of the Count stands in the

de S

cemetery of Père la Chaise. This vast burial-ground is situated to the east of Paris, beyond the Fauxbourgh St. Antoine.

The Countess and her children passed in their coach

in deep silence through the long streets of the Fauxbourgh, and between the dead walls of certain gardens which lie thereabouts. At length they came upon a large stone-yard, in which many workmen were employed in preparing stones and tablets for ornamenting the neighbouring graves. These places being but thinly inhabited, the hollow noise of the saw and chisel resounded through them far and wide, being uninter

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rupted by the busy hum of men, or the frequent sound of wheels.

At sight of these stones and tablets, a deep blush

passed over the

Madame de S

cheeks of

her heart

by certain houses, at the doors of which garlands of flowers, neatly prepared, were exposed for sale. Rosalie observed these garlands, and knowing the purport of them, half timidly said to her mother, "Mamma, shall I order the coachman to stop? May we not procure a few of those flowers?"

"No, my dear," said Madame de S, "no, my child; we will leave that